Day 5 with the Johnsons

Adam Smith

Another day I had come. I prepared breakfast, and the Johnsons ate noisily.

“Thank you for the meal,” Jill said softly. She was a kind and innocent girl with blonde hair like her mother, though hers' probably natural. “We all appreciate what you do for us.”

They nodded except Mr. Johnson, who was deep in thought.

“He should thank us if we hadn’t come he’d probably go crazy and kill himself.” Mr. Johnson said coarsely. “Although I have seen him before this whole thing happened and he never had any visitors besides construction guys so it may not be a much a change for him.”

Mr. Johnson smiled smugly at himself while he ate noisily. I didn’t say much to that.

“Adam, can’t I have some more protein for my meal? You said it will help with my muscles and losing weight.” Mrs. Johnson said.

At this, we all looked at her.

“Extra protein? Why does mom get extra protein?” Tracy said with a tone of irritation.

“Oh, it’s just something I do for her,” I said.

“Honey, you’re a young girl. I need it more." Mrs. Johnson said.

“That’s not fair.” Tracy protested.

“What do you mean by extra protein?” Mr. Johnson asked.

Is it time to push my luck?

“Oh, I’ve been filling your wife’s mouth with my semen. Semen contains protein, Mr. Johnson, though not much. All that nutrient shouldn't go to waste, especially given our situation.”

He nodded. His face made a twitching motion like he was struggling internally with it.

"If Mom gets extra protein, we all should, too," Tracy added emphatically.

At that, I nodded and then remember Mr. Johnson was here too.

"Except for Mr. Johnson, of course. Look at those huge muscles. I'm sure he doesn't need anymore."

They agreed, and we continued eating.

“Well, we should form a schedule. How about in the morning I give protein to Mrs. Johnson? In the evening I’ll give protein to Tracy and in the night I’ll give protein to Jill.

They nodded in agreement.

“Well, it’s the morning, we should start Adam.” Mrs. Johnson said.

I looked at Mr. Johnson still eating his meal.

“Cadence you’ll have to help me get it out.”

Todd Johnson

I was getting fed up with eating this shit over and over. Why is it always so salty. Adam just asked my wife something, but I was too distracted to find out what.

My wife got up and walked to Adam’s seat. She pulled out this tube of fat that came from between his legs and put it in her mouth. I'm supposed to say something but what? I just kept eating.

“Cadence can you keep that down while the rest of us eat," I said. She looked like she nodded but I couldn't tell, I could only see the back of her head at this point.

Why did Adam look like he was in pain? Is that pain or pleasure? I don't know. Adam was looked like he was having a seizure and kept Cadence's head pressed to his hips.

Finally, Cadence got up and wiped her mouth. Adam put that sausage thing away. And I resumed eating thinking about how I missed football.